You were reading the worst fanfiction possible. So many of them were filled with tropes and crap that make you want to commit a war crime. You were looking around, wanting to clear your mind a little.

You sighed a little bit. Why do you torture yourself by reading garbage? You thought. You closed the website you were on, took a break and did something productive. After reading a book, you lay down on the couch.

“Jesus Christ! Is that fuckin' smut?” You yelled out, cringing at the thought of seeing this absolute garage. You sighed and looked at the clock. It read about five in the morning. Shit! You have been so distracted in reading this garbage shit from Wattpad that you barely slept and read this shit for like six hours! What kind of honest everyday dude does that? How PATHETIC?!

You sighed, rubbing your eyes with your hands. Feeling the utter sensation of fear and suspicion running all over your body for some reason. The shitty fanfics were on your mind though. Making you cringe with their awful grammar and shitty ideas. What the fuck is Mpreg and omega verse?! What the hell is up with that shit? Why man?! Why?

“Jesus Christ dude,” you said, lying down on the couch. You felt even more awful as you looked around for some reason. The dark and depressing room pollutes your eyes and moral sense. “Please fuckin' kill me! I need to die man! This whole thing sucks ass! My life is worthless. I should kill myself NO-”

The door busted in half as the man went inside. You got up and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Seeing this guy for the first time in months. He was a thin tall man wearing a trenchcoat which he removed, showing his scarred body and arms. His hair was slightly long as he looked at you. You know this guy. He was simply known as the Postal Dude: your weird psycho roommate who also likes to use cats as silencers for some reason. He started to walk towards you and raised an eyebrow. The man looked rather concerned. Which was surprising because he's usually calm and relaxed.

“Jesus Christ man,” he said, sitting on the floor. He sounded confused as well as concerned. Trying to reach out to you. “What happened to ya? You look like you didn't sleep worth a wink!”

“I read some shitty fanfiction on Wattpad. And now I want to question my life!” You yelled out, feeling like a crying child. Wait, is that why your face was wet? Oh God, you were fuckin' crying?! OH GOD NO NOT THIS?! “Honestly I'm a worthless man! Why am I even here?”

The dude scoffed at that, getting up and somehow reaching towards you. He somehow managed to get into the coach with him. You resting on top of his chest and him hugging you tightly. You didn't fight back though, you only listened to what he said as he rubbed your head.

“Dude, don't say that. I love you man! You're the cutest guy I know!” He said, cuddling you and kissing your head. “You are mine… Don't fight it. Besides, you're cold. Let me keep you warm!”

You only chuckled and looked at him with pure affection in his eyes, a smile on your face.

“Love you too man! You're the best!”

You then full on kissed the dude passionately. You and him making out for five hours followed by just sleeping on the couch together. You resting on Dude like he's your pillow.

The End.